To: Zoltan! who wrote (7712 ) 10/4/1998 7:58:00 PM From: Les H Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 13994
LOSERS AND LIARS: HE SURE KNOWS HOW TO PICK 'EM By STEVE DUNLEAVY For THE NEW YORK POST nypostonline.com IF I ever went to the track with Bill Clinton, I would carefully watch what pony he was betting on. Then, with glee in my heart, I would promptly lay money on absolutely every nag that Clinton hadn't picked and know I would walk away with a sack full of money. As we all know, going to the track has little to do with luck, but it has everything to do with judgment. And if Clinton didn't have bad judgment, he wouldn't have any judgment at all. I mean, when it comes to picking people, he couldn't pick up gold in Fort Knox. I'm quite prepared to believe Monica was a victim of sorts, but what a vixen of victims she was. She beds a poor slob of a school teacher called Andy Bleiler and quickly calls his wife. I enjoyed it, Monica says. I lapped it up that he was so scared. And you pick this wacko for a sex slave? Even Monica's mother, Marsha, is about five cents in the dollar. She even warns her daughter that she might be killed like Mary Jo Kopechne. While lust has little conscience, if you're going to have an affair, at least pick someone whose lightbulb goes on when you hit the switch. If he can be forgiven for not picking the sharpest knife in the drawer when he ministered to Monica, let's look at his other tricks of tumbling down Niagara when it comes to judgment. First of all, let's look most recently at his top lawyer, David Kendall. Frankly, the only bar he should have passed was the one I drink in. It was he who brokered the deal that Clinton give grand jury testimony on television rather than walking into court like any other citizen. In one fell swoop Kendall made a good case of being a director for sex, lies and videotape. Now the next beauty. Kendall engineers the argument that Clinton should not be impeached because Alexander Hamilton, the Secretary of the Treasury, wasn't impeached after he paid off a blackmailer who threatened to disclose Hamilton's sexual wanderings. Now just in case you forgot, that happened about 150 years ago. Some fine lawyers. Then he picked Ron Brown as Secretary of Commerce, who tragically died in a plane crash in Bosnia. Brown was about to face indictment for being less than honest. Ron Espy, secretary of Agriculture, who he proudly picked with needlepoint judgment, had to quit and is now facing indictments for corruption. With genius, he picked Janet Reno as attorney general, who history will remember as the crazy lady who wrote the blueprint for the tragedy in Waco. Reno would find it hard to be a pro bono lawyer for Legal Aid. And then we had James McDougal, the Clintons' first major business partner in the Whitewater scam, who was convicted as a crook and died in jail. McDougal's ex-wife Susan, who Clinton chose as a great Billy Boy pal, has already done 18 months and is looking at further time in the slammer after allegedly conning famous music conductor Zubin Mehta. He has James Carville as his minister of war launching tirade after tirade against the forces of good to defend Clinton's appalling record. Carville could play the lead role in another remake of The Day of the Jackal. He picks Dan Lasater as a great close friend and large campaign contributor. Jailed as a convicted drug dealer. And what about Susan Thomases, the lawyer who acted as the Cardinal Richelieu of the Clintonista kingdom? This otherwise brilliant lawyer couldn't remember the contents of 17 telephone calls and five hours of personal conversation with Hillary Clinton following the sad suicide of Vincent Foster. And then, of course, he picks Hazel O'Leary. She was a former Energy secretary who had to take a dive out of her professional window after evidence of massive extravagant world travel at taxpayers' expense. And, of course, there is Webster Hubbell, who was Hillary's former partner in the Rose Law Firm and was one of the top cops in the Justice Department - and he ends up in jail. His judgment goes all the way back to Gennifer Flowers, a nice woman who accommodated him in the boudoir but would eventually blow the whistle louder than a fire engine's siren. What is this guy's judgment all about? Where are Johnny Huang and Charlie Trie, architects of the Clinton funny-money scandal? Clinton's personal telephone directory must be very slim right now. It was fat in the days when he could call people who weren't dead, in jail or on the lam. And this is the Commander in Chief? Commander in Thief.